Song Of Khan Zada

A poem by Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson)

As one may sip a Stranger's Bowl
You gave yourself but not your soul.
I wonder, now that time has passed,
Where you will come to rest at last.

You gave your beauty for an hour,
I held it gently as a flower.
You wished to leave me, told me so, -
I kissed your feet and let you go.